Guys, my craft area is-like-mega scary.
Pretty sure if I don't attack it soon Bub and I are going to come out of that area one day missing a vital limb.
And I don't know bout you, but I really enjoy my limbs, vital or not.
I know I can't be alone in this never ending battle of Me. VS. Craft Room.
Somehow it seems like the craft room always wins.
Well, craft room, your time has come to be schooled.
There is a new Sheriff in town. I hear she's pretty rad, loves cheese, will randomly get "lamb chops play along" stuck in her head at the most inconvenient times ever and likes to make things graphically on the computer.
Check em out guys! Craft room organizational tabby thingy ma jiggies.
yesss I know, I give you full permission to go absolutely bonkers on all your tupperware and place these bad boys everywhere.
I might even stick "cute stuff" on bub's forehead, just cause I can.